The Outside World

[Jato]

I see beauty in every turn.
Flowers blossoming,
The seniors holding hands
as they wait for the bus.
A child in a pram,
eagerly awaiting it's mother's embrace.
Yet here I lie...
... Alone.
Nowhere in my world
do I enjoy this beauty.
I have it in my life,
unavailable to me,
just outside of arms reach.
I am an orphan,
waiting on the porch
for his parents to take him away.
I see what I want,
I know what I want,
though I can never seem to have it.
Here I lie...
... Alone.


S

 

[Jato]

Summer fades,
... the sunshine drifs away.
It's warmth and glow
... decend upon the horizon as I
... watch the final colours fade.
I feel alone,
... scattered across the surface
... like the barren leaves of autumn.
There is no green,
... only the lifelessness of the fallen.
I watch as the trees shed their beauty,
... strip themselves of that which inspires life.
This is my life.
... An endless autumn
... from which the green will not return.



S

 

[Luna]

Beautiful. Sad, but beautiful...

 

[Chaos]

You wrote these Jato? Keep it up. You have talent.

 

[Jato]

I drift alone,
...in the openness of space.
I see the beauty of life
...in the stars that shine around me.
I feel the warmth
...that their light provides me.
My existance endures through their prescence.
I reach out to them.
I long to feel their touch.
That their radiance
...may translate through my nerves.
Yet, as I stretch out,
...all I feel is the emptyness
...of the space surrounding me.
The distance is too great.
The darkness around me becomes apparant.
I yearn to reach out
...and feel their comfort.
One day,
...the feeling will return.
Until then,
I drift alone,
...in the emptyness of space.



S

 

[Jato]

A single organism,
...simple in it's existance
...drifts along in the prescence of it's being.
It flows,
...like a petal released from it's bud,
......fallen into the river and carried downstream.
...like a spec of sand,
......lifted by the wind and travelling seamlessly.
It evolves,
...grows into it's being,
...aware of
......it's self,
......it's being, and
......it's emotions.
It learns,
...to like,
...to hate, and
...to love.
It feels the pain of love.
How can something so deep,
...so direct, and
...so raw...
...envoke such emotion,
...yet cause so much pain?

I am a new born babe,
...escaping from the womb.

I am an old man,
...the freedom of death upon me.



S